"Your Soul Power was brimming with life force, but your own life force was rapidly draining away."
As he spoke, Su Chen raised his head and looked directly at the Dragon King.
"It's like using a ladle to scoop water out while pouring water into the pool at the same time. And more is going out than coming in."
"You are right, human."
As the old Dragon King slowly extended an even more withered claw, Su Chen instinctively lowered his head to evade it.
Yet the sensation when the dragon claw touched his skin made him stop moving.
If it had merely looked like dead wood before, then the palm of this dragon claw truly felt like rubbing against an ancient tree.
"Do you know what happens when one fails to overcome the hundred-thousand-year Heavenly Tribulation?"
"I've never heard of it. I don't know."
Su Chen shook his head. Knowledge regarding Soul Beasts was still far too limited in this era.
Even with Spirit Hall's records, many things could only be guessed at.
As for Soul Beasts dying after failing to break through to a hundred thousand years, that was common knowledge.
But no one knew exactly how they died.
"I preserved my life with all my cultivation, but the price was what you see before you."
Of course, this was not something every Soul Beast could accomplish.
Even with Dragon Clan blood flowing through him, he had paid the price of a hundred thousand years of cultivation.
Furthermore, the wood element itself was known for its tenacious and resilient vitality. Only through the combination of several factors had he barely managed to preserve his life.
"I see. Please forgive me, but there is nothing I can do."
Such a condition was naturally beyond Su Chen's ability to treat, so